Taming the Warlord

The Erra crouched in a fighting stance. She shifted her feet as he approached menacingly. They stood watching each other waiting for the other to make the first move. He moved first, stepping forward reaching for a wrist. She brought her foot up, kicking at his wounded arm. He caught her ankle in the crook of his arm. Holding her wrist and ankle he lifted her up and slammed her onto the bed.

Pinning her beneath his weight he bound her hands above her head. Moving quickly he secured her legs as well to each corner of the bed. He stood back and admired her helpless spread eagled body. She was completely within his power, now it was time for her to know that.

He turned from her and walked to the door, surprising the guards when he opened it. He gave them some quick instructions and one of them hurried off to comply. He returned to her side and traced his hand down her curves, brushing his fingertips against her nipples.

“I warned you before, now you will be punished.” He promised.

“Impotent bastard!” she spat at him. He smiled at her epitaph and pinched a nipple hard drawing a gasp from her.

“You will know pain for your insolence.” He twisted her nipple harder causing her to arch her back in pain. “You will beg me to be gentle.”

“NEVER!” she roared at him.

“You will learn.” He chuckled at her rebelliousness. He could feel himself getting harder. His fingers traced from one breast to the other. She shrank down against the bed, trying to get away from his hand. The other nipple was then subjected to his ministrations.

After some time there was a knock on the door. He bid them to enter. Servants streamed into the room, carrying a large lit brazier on a stand and a tray. With hand motions he directed them to set the tray on the table and the brazier close to the bed.

Ushering the servants from the room he went to the table and took from it a long piece of wire and pliers. Sitting on the side of the bed he looked over at the Erra and smiled. She jumped with pain and shock as he touched the cold iron wire to a nipple. Pleased at her reaction he started to bend the wire with the pliers while she watched, not comprehending the meaning.

Satisfied with his work, comparing the sigil he’d formed with the wire to his signet ring. He placed the twisted metal on her belly, causing her to scream and arch her back. He then dipped a cloth into a bowl of chilled water, laying this on her inner thigh and pressing it against her flesh.

She looked at him with a furrowed brow, wondering what he was planning to do. Next he took the last item from the tray, a long metal rod with a wooden handle. Setting the wire at the end he wound the two ends around the rod. Her eyes lit up in sudden realization. She writhed and bucked, cursing at him, his mother and their sexual practices.

He set the brand into the fire, turning it slowly. His finger traced the red welt on her belly. The metal soon glowed a bright red, he turned it some more to ensure it was heated evenly.

Taking the wet cloth from her thigh, he placed a hand on her knee and held her very still. He brought the red hot brand to her inner thigh with a quick smooth motion. The metal sizzled against her flesh as he held it there for a breath. Blood poured from her lip as she bit hard not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a scream. Oh how she hated him now.

The branding iron removed, he placed the wet cloth back over the scorched flesh. He carried the brazier and brand to the door to be collected by a guard. He returned to her and sat at edge of the bed. Brushing his hand in her soft black hair he looked into her eyes. Eyes filled with tears and hatred.

“Learn your lesson well. You will not want me to repeat it.” He said pleasantly.

He wrapped a bandage around her thigh with almost loving care. He then tied her feet together, leaving them secured to one corner of the bed. Taking the leather strap binding her wrists he tied it to cuffs at her feet, limiting her movement.

Satisfied that she was secure, he climbed into bed behind her wrapping his arms around her. She could feel his hardness pressed against the small of her back. She trembled in his arms, sobbing as quietly as she could. “No one can save you from me. You are mine forever.” He whispered as he closed his eyes.

The next morning he arose with a spring in his step. He brushed the sleeping Erra’s hair from her face causing her to stir. He rested his hand on her shoulder and rolled her onto he back. She awoke upon being moved and glared up at him. He smiled as his hands fell to her thigh and he removed the bandage.

He traced his finger over the red mark on her inner thigh. She jolted at his touch and twisted away from his hand. He untied her ankles spreading her legs apart. Bending down, he kissed his mark on her thigh. She jerked away from him, disgusted at his touch.

He pressed his thumb against her clit as he licked the mark with his tongue, tasting the raw flesh. A moan escaped her lips as she squirmed from his hand. Circling the burn with his lips he sucked gently, causing her to gasp in pain. His fingers played at the lips of her sex, spreading them apart before plunging within.

His hand fucked her heated core as his mouth continued to caress the sign that marked her as his property. He could feel her writhe around his fingers, clenching tight against them. Shifting himself, he lay between her thighs, pressing his hard eager cock against her bareness. Thrusting in hard he claimed her as his. To use when he wanted and how he wanted.

He continued his hard and fast motions, sliding in and out with earnest abandon. When he felt himself close to release, he pressed his signet ring against her clit. Her hips rose as she clenched around him, screaming against the pain. His seed exploded from him and he collapsed onto her, spent.

“You are my delightful toy.” He whispered as she tried to dislodge him from her body.